Hu Lei standing on the podium is still picking people.

In the audience, Song Fang got up and pulled directly over the awakened workbook in the front row: "He wrote the original question, right? I'll take yours and copy it."

Su Xing turned his head and said in a nice voice: "It's not the original question. I haven't seen this question in the workbook."

Song Fang: "..."

It's really bad.

The classmates in the classroom sighed.

I couldn't help complaining while lowering my head and pretending to be dead.

"I'm grass, don't look here, I can't do it!" Wang Yu pulled the math book on the table and stood up, completely blocking his face.

The Fat Sports Committee got directly under the desk.

If only a rigorous teacher like Fan Gaoda asks questions, it will be fine to write.

Who is Hu Lei?

The status of well-known professors at home and abroad is even higher than that of He Ming who has served as vice president at National Tsing Hua University.

He couldn't write his inscription, and he always felt it was not very good.

Hu Lei's gaze circled twice in the last row, and then killed a carbine. "The boy just now, the girl with the mobile phone on his right hand, come up and write together."

Very good, the dust settled.

There was a clear "whoo-" from the entire hall.

Everyone relaxes.

Wang Yu raised his hand, nodded from Song Fang's forehead to his chest, and drew a cross in midair, "Amen, may the Lord bless you and my child."

Song Fang slapped his hand away, "Dead."

Wang Yu turned his head to see the Fat Sports Committee, "He is fierce to me."

"Don't talk nonsense, he doesn't have a chest." The Fat Physical Committee picked out the peach pits in the trash bag, "Know that you don't believe in the Lord, boy."

He paused, pulled the palm of Song Fang's hand, and put the peach core in it, "Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful, I hope you will enter the Western Paradise as soon as possible."

Song Fang's forehead jumped with blue veins, "Are you two dead together?"

Oh, this does not believe in Buddhism.

Wang Yu and the Fat Sports Committee turned their attention to Ye Jiu again.

Ye Jiuzheng understood and asked him, "You usually don't take medicine or injections when you are sick?"

Song Fang nodded firmly.

Medicine and injections are not good, the body has all eaten antibodies.

Ye Jiu stepped back one meter, frowning, as if seeing the essence clearly through the phenomenon: "Classmate, you **** believe in Dafa, right?"

Song Fang: "..."

Wang Yu and the Fat Sports Committee shivered. The Fat Sports Committee knotted the jade Buddha on their necks and handed them to Song Fufang, "Heirlooms, heirlooms! Believe in Buddha with me, brother, cults are too bad!"

Song Fang: "#@#**@"

Song Fang took a deep breath: "Go away."

"Yeah." Wang Yu patted Fatty Sports Committee and Ye Jiu quickly, and several people gave Song Fangteng a place to get him out of his seat.

Song Fang: "..."

Hu Lei didn't know when he sat at the table on one side and looked at the transcripts of the three classmates.

Song Fangmo stood at the front of the podium, holding a piece of white chalk, Fu Zhi on his left.

The question he took was the simplest of the two.

Despite this, Song Fang couldn't hold back a word.

Or, stop writing, just kneel down and apologize to Hu Lei?

Song Fang thought, rubbing his nose with some embarrassment.

He has always studied very badly, not to mention that such big questions are proof questions themselves, and there is no formula to apply.

"Solution, f(x)=ex, f(a)=2ex..."

A cold voice came from the left.

Song Fang was taken aback for a moment.

Then he turned his head and looked at Fu Zhi, who also wrote the question with chalk.

The little girl's expression was very indifferent. She was writing Hu Lei's questions one by one. Looking at the expression, it seemed that what she said just now was not what she said at all.

The white chalk struck across the blackboard, making a dull sound, the fingertips holding the chalk were thin, and the cyan veins were clearly visible on the white wrists.

"Look at what I do and write the question."

In a word, Song Fang returned to his mind after success, he nodded hurriedly.

Hu Lei, who looked at the report card, took the time to ask, "Who is Fu Zhi?"

Off the stage, the squad leader of Class 19 pointed to the podium, "Here."

Hu Lei followed the direction of the girl's finger.

This was the first time that he gave a substitute lesson to a small local school, or to a group of half-year-old high school students. He didn't put this group of students in his eyes, but Fu Zhi's grades were still impressive.

Hu Lei's current psychology is to find food in the garbage dump.

He noticed that Fu Zhi was the one who started playing games on mobile phones after he came to the class, but there was only one Fu Zhi who did not listen. He was too lazy to care about these two students. The behavior of attending class is too complacent.

Hu Lei folded the transcript in his hand, put it back on the table, and said to Fu Zhi in front of the blackboard: "Three minutes, no need to do it, go back and write fine."

The chalk in Song Fang's hand broke into two pieces with a sound.

Fu Zhi's voice is not rushing: "Simultaneous two-dimensional linear equations, we can see that a=15..."

Song Fang wrote, and then worried: "Teach me to write, what do you do?"

As he spoke, he looked at Fu Zhi nervously.

Then I saw that Fu Zhi had already written Xiaoban Chalkboard's answer.

Song Fang: "..."

He is so stupid, really.

He even tried to worry about Fu Zhi by himself.

Fu Zhi said a few more steps. After Song Fang finished answering, he quickly walked off the stage.

Fu Zhi's steps were written to the end, and he sat back after that.

Hu Lei turned sideways and glanced at the answering steps of the two people. "There is no big problem. Just write the exam according to this, but Fu Zhi's method is too complicated and there are simple algorithms. Starting from this step, You can draw pictures and find the answers yourself after class. If you don’t talk about it, it’s a waste of time."

Students in the audience: "..."

It doesn't matter if you are happy as a professor.

Wang Yu pushed Song Fang's shoulders, "Yes, brother, you can get this right? Did you go to the cram school with me behind?"

Song zoomed in and waved, "I want to learn secretly, and then quietly surprise you all!"

"Pull it down," the Fat Physical Committee rolled his eyes, "I saw Sister Zhi reading the answer to you."

Okay, Song Fang was too lazy to pretend, and sighed, "If you say you are good at studying, you can do it with one mind and two purposes. While doing your own questions, you can read the answers to me. The same is true. He handled it well, he was really a little sea king who mastered the four oceans."

Fu Zhi: "..."

Fu Zhi didn't bother to pay attention to him, so he turned out the milk piece in his schoolbag and distributed it to the people around him.

Probably Hu Lei is always talking about some profound and incomprehensible things. He even talked about college calculus and even mechanical heart from high school mathematics. The students in the Great Hall were drowsy, and the few boys in the last row didn’t know. When did I figure out the phone is playing games.

At a time, very few students attended the class.

Fu Zhi lay on the table, ready to follow the crowd.

When Hu Lei was halfway through the talk, he realized that no one was listening, and there were even students sleeping on the desk. His face sank, and a chalk head flew over and hit Fu Zhi's hand.

Immediately after knocking on the blackboard, the precisely drawn heart map fell into chalk gray. His eyebrows were deep and his tone was filled with anger, "Look at the blackboard and look at the blackboard! A group of high school students don’t know how to read the blackboard in class, and they need a reminder from the teacher. Do you know what it means to be someone outside, there are days outside the world, some students should not think that they are very good at the top grades in the first middle school. If they get a real college, they are just a crane!"

Fu Zhi looked up at him.

Hu Lei casually threw the remaining chalk into the pencil case, "If it weren't for Professor He to invite me, you would never have access to the field of black technology in your life!"

What he said is the fact that anyone who can participate in mechanical heart research must be a professor or above.

Looking at Fu Zhi's eyes with strong dissatisfaction, he was accusing a group of students represented by Fu Zhi for being poor and not making progress.

Fu Zhi laughed.

Well, this smile directly brought Hu Lei's dissatisfaction to the top.

The man laughed angrily and asked her, "What are you laughing at? Do you think I'm not right? Or, you have heard of such professional knowledge, and you don't need to be taught?"

Fu Zhi nodded really, "I've heard it."

Hu Lei patted the chalk on the desktop, "Then you tell me, I'll go?"

Of course this is only an angry one.

Fu Zhi stood up and patted Lu Yubai on the shoulder.

Lu Yubai: "???"

"Professor Hu is leaving, he asked me to talk about the topic, you let me go out."

Lu Yubai: "...He may just want you to save him, so he is trying to catch him."

Fu Zhi obviously did not eat this set, and walked to the blackboard.

Hu Lei flicked his sleeve and backed off.

He wanted to see how Fu Zhi made up this!

The heart map on the blackboard was erased with chalk. "Professor Hu just said," she said, "You can just listen to it, don't worry, it is all wrong, and the college entrance examination is not taken, it is pure waste of time."

Everyone: "..."

She said this, undoubtedly abandoning Hu Lei's face. Hu Lei watched his research being pointed out by Fu Zhi. He didn't think that Fu Zhi deserved to say that his fault was not good, or he didn't care what Hu Lei was in the eyes of others, but academic research is different. This is the mechanical heart that he has spent countless efforts to study. The most cherished research in a lifetime! No one knows this knowledge better than him, "You can see clearly, I have won an award for the design of this mechanical heart!"

Hu Lei got up from the chair with deep eyebrows.

Fu Zhi casually clicked on the center of the mechanical heart. "The lifespan of a mechanical heart is only five years. Due to the immaturity of technology, it is impossible for people to survive if they are placed in the human body. Unless, there is still in your mechanical heart. Other designs. But judging from the sketches you drew, due to incomplete understanding of the human body, the mechanical heart of your design will also damage the function of the human liver and accelerate death."

Fu Zhi said every word, he was not polite in the face of such a professor Hu Lei who won the prize and got soft hands. The squad leader of Class 19 was dumbfounded, and the girls in the front row winked at Fu Zhi's direction, beckoning her not to say anything.

Didn't you see that Hu Lei's face was green?

The squad leader of Class 20 tried to mediate the atmosphere, "Ah, it's not important anymore. Let's continue to talk about math problems."

If a mechanical heart is not a mechanical heart, they don’t understand it!

The girl next to her also nodded, "Yes, Zhizhi, don't fight with him, otherwise other classes will wear shoes for you and let him teach us the math textbook..."

How bad it is to quarrel about such a small matter! Don't be angry with Professor Hu. They can't explain it to the school!

But it was too late. After hearing Fu Zhi say this, Hu Lei suddenly got up from his seat. In his opinion, this category is no longer Fu Zhi's grandstanding, public questioning, this is Chi Guoguo's provocation, a bright teaching accident!

So Hu Lei no longer stood under the podium, but directly stood up, pointing to the heart structure diagram on the blackboard to argue with Fu Zhi.

Two people, the former became red-faced in contention, and the latter was calm and calm, and Hu Lei became autistic in a few words.

Hu Lei: "..."

The class set up by the professor does not allow other teachers except students to follow in to listen to the video of the lecture. At present, the largest official position among a group of students is the monitor of the three classes. After a few words of persuasion, they looked at each other. The monitor slipped out and found Director Liu.

On the stage, Fu Zhi continued: "In addition to the theory you mentioned, there are also two math problems on the blackboard. This knowledge point is the knowledge point in the second half of the third year of high school. The teacher in No. 1 Middle School has not talked about it. The school invites you, students. What do you think, Professor Hu, when listening to your lectures, listening to the knowledge points, not letting you waste everyone's time?"

"Am I wasting time?"

Hu Leishen's face can no longer be described as ugly, "Do you know how many successful people in the industry are waiting for my class?"

Fu Zhi said expressionlessly, "Who is in your class is not my category. But there is a specialization in the field of art. You are now teaching high school students. Please be more professional and stop talking about knowledge outside the academic field. Put the cart before the horse."

Hu Lei's face was pale, "You mean I'm talking nonsense?"

Fu Zhi: "Isn't it?"

Hu Lei moved his gaze to a group of small heads under the class.

The first speaker was Song Fang, who was sitting in the back row, "The knowledge you said is too fast, and we can't keep up."

Wang Yu: "Also, what we want to hear is a little bit of basic knowledge. What you said is that a class of students can't understand it..."

"Teacher, you are pretty good, but it's better not to say something so profound."

"Don't talk about the knowledge points that we should listen to. You have already talked about the peripheral knowledge that we don't understand for half a class. Our final exam is very important."

"..."

With Wang Yu and Song Fang's rhythm, the students in the audience, one after another, suppressed the dissatisfaction of a class, and the scene was very chaotic, which really responded to the teaching accident in Hu Lei's heart.

Hu Lei's expression became more and more ugly, "Okay, you think there is a problem with what I said, and what Fu Zhi said is OK, then let Fu Zhi tell you!"

"Really? Great!" I don't know which honest person in the audience responded, "I actually think that what Fu Zhi said is better than you."

"...Okay! You guys are really good!" Hu Lei drew the workbook, and before leaving, said ruthlessly, "I will truthfully report everything that happened today to Professor He. I, Hu Lei, jumped from here. , It is impossible to give you another lesson!"

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